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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.