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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Los Fastidios to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Nico,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.