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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.