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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.