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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.