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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.