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 Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.