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 Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.