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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive 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?
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.