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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.