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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.