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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.