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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.