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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Swans,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.