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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.