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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Bob Dylan to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.