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 Jamaica and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.