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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.