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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
X-102,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.