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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.