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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.