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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selecter to the punk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.