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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.