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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.