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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.