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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Skriet,
June Days,
the Germs,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.