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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.