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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.