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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Clark Five 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.