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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.