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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Happenings to the grunge 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
New Order,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.