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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.