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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Nico to the jazz 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Wings,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.