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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 The Gun Club to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
MC5,
Television,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.