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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 United States of America to the disco 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
EPMD,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.