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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.