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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the punk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.