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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the crunk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.