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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.