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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Visage,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
10cc,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.