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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Fad Gadget to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.