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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.