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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.