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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.