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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.