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 Niger 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.