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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Rekid to the rock 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.