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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Pierre Henry to the funk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.