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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.