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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.