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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
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 Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.