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 Maldives 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Invisible to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Index,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.