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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.