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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.