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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.