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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.