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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
The Associates,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.