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 Botswana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 This Heat to the disco 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.