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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.