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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 marimba 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.