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 Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.