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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
UT,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.