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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.