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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
X-102,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.