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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
the Germs,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Suicide,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.