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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Radiohead to the techno 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.