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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.