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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.