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 Germany and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.