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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.