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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.