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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.