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 Antigua and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.