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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.