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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.