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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.