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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Pantytec 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.