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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.