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 Mali 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Unwound,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.