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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Suicide to the rap 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.