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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.