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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Television,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.