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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.