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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Bremen and Tokyo.
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 guitar 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
June Days,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Organ,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.