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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 10cc to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.