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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.