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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.