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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.