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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Oneida,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
The Index,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.