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 Laos and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.