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 Tonga 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Angels of Light to the techno 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
MC5,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead 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.