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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Los Fastidios to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.