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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.