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 Thailand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Main Source,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.