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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Babytalk to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.