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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.