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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.