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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.