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 Bangladesh 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.