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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.