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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Nico,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.