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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
the Association,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.