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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.