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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.