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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
The Names,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.