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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Wire to the grime 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.