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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Neu! to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.