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 Barbados 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.