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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.