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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.