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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.