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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.