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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.