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 Afghanistan 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.