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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.