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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.