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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.