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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the disco 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.