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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Make Up 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.