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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.