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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.