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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Alice Coltrane 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?
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.