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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.