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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.