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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 The Invisible to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.