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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the techno 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.