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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.