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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.