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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.