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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.