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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.