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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Offenders to the jazz 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Nico,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.