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 France and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.