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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Index,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Hoover,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.