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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
X-102,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.