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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.