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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 oboe 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.