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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 John Holt to the rap 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.