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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.