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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the techno 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
UT,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.