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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Thompson Twins to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.