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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.