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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Can,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.