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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.