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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.