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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.