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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.