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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Index,
Gong,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
T. Rex,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.