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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.