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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Technova,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.