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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.