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 Peru 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Nico,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.