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 Chile and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.