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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.