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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
New Order,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.