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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doors to the electroclash 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.