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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
The Names,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.