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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.