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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.