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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Von Mondo to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.