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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.