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 Guinea 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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?
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.