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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.