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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Wire,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Slave,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.