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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.