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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Nas,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.