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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.