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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Halsall 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.