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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.