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 Uzbekistan 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Visage,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.