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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Television,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.