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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.