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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Cameo,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.