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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Pagans to the funk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.