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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Standells 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.