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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.