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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.