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 Tonga and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 The Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.