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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.