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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Roxette to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Smog,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.