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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
MC5,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.