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 Togo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.