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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.