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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
ABC,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.