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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Todd Terry to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.