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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.