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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Television,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.