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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.