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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.