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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.