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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 the Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.