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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Darondo,
JFA,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.