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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Television,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.