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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.