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 Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 the Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.