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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.