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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
cv313,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.