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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Quantec to the dance 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Ronan,
DNA,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.