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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
UT,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.