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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 The Martian to the grime 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.