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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar 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?
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
UT,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.