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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.