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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.