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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.