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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.