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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Gichy Dan to the punk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Can,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.