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 India and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.