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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.