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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.