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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
MDC,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Crime,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.