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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.