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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.