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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Wire,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.