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 Sweden and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 The Doors to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.