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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo 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?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.