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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Accadde A to the grunge 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.