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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.