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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.