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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.