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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.