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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Brick,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.