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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.