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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
The Move,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
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.