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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.