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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Buckinghams to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.