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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.