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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s.
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 La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.