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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.