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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Ituana,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.