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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 synthesizer 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.