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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Visage,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.