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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.