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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.