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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.