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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the grunge 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Section 25,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.