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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.