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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.