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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 The Human League to the grime 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.