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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.