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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Brick,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.