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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 John Lydon 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
UT,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.