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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Organ,
Ituana,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.