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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.