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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.