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 France and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.