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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Can,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.