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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
PIL,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.