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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.