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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.