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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 The Buckinghams to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
New Order,
Index,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.