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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Visage,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.