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 France 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
DNA,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Oneida,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Gong,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.