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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.