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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.