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 Swaziland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Warsaw,
UT,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.