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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.