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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.