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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.