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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Patti Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.