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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.