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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.