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 Georgia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.