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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.