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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.