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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.