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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 guitar 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 Junior Murvin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.