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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
The Remains,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.