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 Netherlands 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.