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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.