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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.