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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.