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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.