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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.