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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
X-102,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.