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 Hungary 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.