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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.