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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.