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 Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
The Names,
Jandek,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.