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 Yemen 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.