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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.