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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Crime,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.