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 Sudan 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.