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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.