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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 the Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.