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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.