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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.