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 Guatemala 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.