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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Technova,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.