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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
UT,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.