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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 H. Thieme to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.