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 Yemen 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.