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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Crime to the dance 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.