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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.