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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.