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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Skriet,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Deakin,
X-101,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.