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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Crime,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Mars,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.