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 Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.