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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.