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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.