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 France and from Houston.
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 Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.