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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.