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 Gambia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.