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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Smog to the techno 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.