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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.