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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Mission of Burma to the funk 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.