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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the techno 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 Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.