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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 T. Rex to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.