Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Index. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.