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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Godley & Creme to the dance 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.