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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 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?
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.