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 Palau and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.