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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.