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 Czech Republic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.