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 Micronesia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.