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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.