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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Monks,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.