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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.