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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.