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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.