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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
X-102,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.