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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Average White Band to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.