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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
X-102,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.