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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.