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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.