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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Icehouse to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.