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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.