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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Inner City,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.