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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.