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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.