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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 sitar 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 Chrome to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Names,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.