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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.