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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.