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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pop Group to the grime 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.