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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.