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 Tunisia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
UT,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.