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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Warsaw to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.