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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.