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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.