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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.