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 Burkina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.