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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Television,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.