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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deakin to the disco 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.