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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
JFA,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.