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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.