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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.