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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Max Romeo to the rap 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.