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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.