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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.