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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Nas,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.