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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.