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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 The Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.