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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.