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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 the Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.