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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
New Order,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.