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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the disco 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.