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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.