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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.