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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 L. Decosne to the disco 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.