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 Philippines 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Little Man,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Monks,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.