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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.