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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.