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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.