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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.