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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
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John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.