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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.