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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Visage,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
UT,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.