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 France and from Lagos.
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 Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Echospace,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.