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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.