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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.