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 Korea South 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Technova,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.