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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sisters of Mercy to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.