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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.