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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.