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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.