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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.