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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.