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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.