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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.