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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.