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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.