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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
OOIOO,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Monks,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.