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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
UT,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
ABC,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.