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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.