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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.