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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.