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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 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 Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.