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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.