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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.