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 Angola 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Pole,
Scion,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.