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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker 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?
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.