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 Norway and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.