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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.