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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.