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 Liechtenstein 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.