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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.