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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.