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 New Zealand 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.