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 Lesotho and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.