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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.