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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Smog,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.