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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the rap 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.