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 Burkina and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s 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 Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.