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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Skaos to the punk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.