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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.