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 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.