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 Sweden and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.