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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.