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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Fugs to the jazz 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.