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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the disco 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.