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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.