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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.