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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.