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 Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Roxette,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.