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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.