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 New Zealand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Slave,
Niagra,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.