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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.