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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.