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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Martian to the jazz 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.