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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.