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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.