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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Lou Christie to the disco 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.