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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Scion,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.