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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.