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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.