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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.