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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Black Pus 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Ituana,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.