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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.