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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.