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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Wings,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.