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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.