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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.