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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.