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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.