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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.