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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.