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 Yemen and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.