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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.