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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.