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 Oman 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.