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 Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.