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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 American Breed to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.