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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.