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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.