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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
AZ,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.