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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.