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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.