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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.