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 Bhutan 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.