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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.