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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.