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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Blossom Toes to the funk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.