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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.