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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.