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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents to the electroclash 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Erasure,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Mars,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.