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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Deakin,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.