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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 UT to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.