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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks 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?
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Wire,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.