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 Hungary and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.