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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.