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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.