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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.