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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.