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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.