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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.