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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Section 25,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.