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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.