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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Robert Hood to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.