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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.