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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.