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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
ABC,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Franke,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.