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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.