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 United Kingdom 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Can,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.