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 Uruguay 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 mellotron 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.