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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Index,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.