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 Chile and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Icehouse,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.