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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.