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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 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 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 The Smiths to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.