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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.