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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.