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 Cape Verde 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.