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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 marimba 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.