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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.