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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 organ 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.