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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.