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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.