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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 The Names to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.