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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 New York Dolls to the jazz 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.