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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.