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 Monaco 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.