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 Malawi 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Misunderstood to the rock 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Scion,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.