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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gories to the dance 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.