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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.