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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.