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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.