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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.