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 China and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.