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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.