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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.