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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.