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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.