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 Yemen 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.