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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.