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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Index,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.