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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 spring reverb 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Ronan,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.