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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.