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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Audionom,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.