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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.