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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Japan,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.