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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
JFA,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.