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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.