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 Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Organ,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.