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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Television,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.